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thewosoway · 7 months ago

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On my 18th birthday// Georgia stanway x reader

One thing about Georgia that you absolutely loved was her love for tattoos. She loved getting new tattoos so it was no surprise that when you were both officially 18 she took you to get your first tattoo.

Georgia had been giving herself stick’n’pokes for years before she could legally get tattoos. She had often tried to get you to do them too, jabbing you here and there just to give it a go. With Georgia being a year older than you she had to wait longer for you to turn 18 so she could get a tattoo with you.

“I don’t understand the obsession g but fine I’ll get one when I turn 18” she always asked and that was always the response.

When Georgia had turned 18 she took you hand in hand to the tattoo shop and made you sit with her to get her first official tattoo. It gave her some kind of thrill to get it done finally. You and Georgia had been inseparable since you were little,remembering georgias braided hair when she was younger and using that to your advantage when teasing her.

Since you were little being a bit smaller than Georgia you had adopted the nickname bug. Whenever Georgia wanted to find you she never called you your name it was always “where’s bug?” She was set on it and there was no changing her mind.

On your 18th birthday Georgia woke you up with a balloon in the shape of an ant that said 18, a card with bugs all over and a few presents. She told you there was a surprise for you when you got up.

You kind of knew what she was planning already but not wanting to ruin her plans you went along with it.

Going along with it meant that an hour later you were dressed and ready sat in georgias car outside of a tattoo shop. She was very happy with herself and announced to you that she had booked a matching tattoo session. The plan was that you were going to go in and sit with each other and get matching tattoos of her choice.

You went in and sat quietly thinking about what you had got yourself into, wondering if it was too early or too late to start teasing her about the braids before you got the tattoo as a way of her backing out. There was no chance.

Once the tattoo artist called you to their stations she was practically buzzing. She sat next to you holding your hand as the tattoo artist spoke to you about the process and aftercare and things like that. Georgia showed her the picture of what she had come up with and they decided on one that was perfect for you.

A surprise tattoo was not what you wanted for your first but knowing Georgia was there with you getting the same thing made you more comfortable.

About an hour later with both of you having had your tattoos done Georgia paid and you both walked to the car to look at the tattoos she had roped you into getting.

“Georgia Marie stanway. If you have made me look stupid with a tattoo I’m going to get your mama on you” Georgia’s mum had always been welcoming to you and made you feel like part of the family. Even if Georgia was slightly scared of her at points.

“I haven’t I promise your gonna love it. Just take the wrap off” she looked at you waiting for you to take it off.

Taking it off and looking at the tattoo you realised she had tried to be cute and funny with what she picked out. She took the wrap off hers and put your arms together. A pair of ants. “For my favourite bug” the grin that she wore was an absolute picture. She was so happy with herself for the decision.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Georgia. A bug. On my arm forever. Why do I let you make decisions” she just kept smiling “cause you love me” you nodded “I do love you Georgia I do”

So on your 18th birthday you got matching tattoos. Courtesy of your favourite person, Georgia stanway.

#woso x reader #georgia stanway x reader #bayern munich #lionesses x reader

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crowleysgirl56 · 26 days ago

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OMG you guys! David got his first tattoo! Honouring Georgia for her birthday, which is the most super cute and adorable thing ever!

Go follow tattoo artist theflavouroftears on Instagram! They have amazing work!

Pics from their instagram and from Georgia’s reels.

#David Tennant #Georgia Tennant #David Tennant fandom #super cute #tattoo art #good omens #good omens fandom #the flavour of tears

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putellasawfc · 9 months ago

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permanent ink

georgia stanway x singer!reader

(faceclaim: renee rapp)

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youruser something special ... soon 🤫

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ynfan1 OMG SO EXCITED

kennedyclairewalsh had so much with uuu

ynfan2 TWO PRETTY BEST FRIENDS

ynfan3 i love women.

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stanwaygeorgia finally let me tattoo her :)

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keirawalsh a brave woman.

stanwaygeorgia youre next

stanwayfan1 couple goals <333

youruser got myself a free tattoo artists 4 life.

stanwaygeorgia knew you were just using me 💔

stanwayfan2 career after football sorted!

stanwayfan3 starting a petition for georgia to make a tattoo account !!!

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stanwaygeorgia welcome to the 25 club 😇♥️

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youruser thank you for making it so special <33

ynfan1 too single to be looking at this.

leahwilliamsonn does this mean drinks are on you?

stanwayfan1 think everyone’s been waiting for this bday post !!!

(for the sake of my sanity pls pretend she’s wearing the same outfit in both pics)

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stanwayupdates georgia spotted with fans whilst attending one of yn’s concerts !

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stanwayfan2 THE TATTOOS 🤤🤤

stanwayfan3 YN CONFIRMED ROOTED HEARTS WAS ABOUT GEORGIA I DIED

stanwayfan4 OMG NO WAY !!!!

ynfan1 love how they are both such big fans of eachother ☺️

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#woso #woso community #woso fluff #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #georgia stanway #georgia stanway x reader #georgia stanway one shot #georgia stanway imagine #bayern munich women #fcb frauen #fcb frauen x reader

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pnsteblnme · 1 year ago

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tattoos together ✿ g.s.

pairing: georgia stanway x reader

summary: georgia gets her first tattoo, even if it doesn't go according to her plan.

warning: none i think? just my writing :o

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i got this request a couple days ago, i hope you enjoy it!

you can find part two here :)

“Welcome in, how can I…,” removing your gaze from the sketch you were about to put away, your eyes connected with pools of glistening honey, irises swirling like sweet nectar. Feeling yourself drowning in the warm haze of brown, your breath getting caught in your throat and your mouth opening, you shook yourself out of your daze, “…help you.”

Flinching after your last words came out embarrassingly breathless, you sent an awkward smile that turned into a real one when the blonde girl looked at you with nothing but kindness, “Hey, I had an appointment for today.”

You scanned the calendar on the desk in front of you, “Georgia, right?”

Nodding her head, said girl let her eyes travel over your form as you stood up. She couldn’t help but study the intricate tattoos that adorned your arms, wanting to trace them and longing to discover their meanings. The initial apprehension about getting her first tattoo diminished as she admired yours, thinking that if yours looked this immaculate, she wouldn’t have to worry.

Another thing that calmed her uneasiness was not only the very attractive welcoming artist but also the atmosphere of the room.

Unlike many other tattoo shops with a rather gloomy and dark-esque appearance, this one felt like reconnecting with an old friend.

The soft scratching of Cindy Lauper’s ‘Time After Time’ coming from the boxes next to a vinyl collection in the left corner filled her ears. Sunbeams bestowed the room with a glow as orange as marigolds blooming in the late spring and the candles lit on the windowsill filled the air with a vanilla scent.

White walls were decked with hundreds of sketches varying in size and drawing style, most in black and white with a few colourful specks in between.

The wooden front desk harmonised perfectly with the brown leather seat to the left of the room, as well as the stems of the numerous plants that were scattered all around.

Comfort.

That was the only word that came to Georgia’s mind when she finished looking around, feeling the knot in her gut loosen and her stiff shoulders relax.

“What can I do for you?”

Pools of honey meeting the ocean, the blonde girl smiled, “I want to get a tattoo!”

“Well, then you’re at the right place,” you chuckled teasingly, the corners of your mouth turning up.

Seeing Georgia rolling her eyes, you continued, “Do you have an idea of what you want, or would you like some inspiration?”

“I think I know what I want,” thoughts running through her mind at a hundred miles per hour making her unsure once more.

Watching the woman twiddle the rings on her fingers, you send her an encouraging smile, “Okey dokey, if you’d take a seat in that chair over there, I’ll get my stuff and we can get started.”

Georgia shuffled to the left with her hands slightly shaking, not knowing if the cause of that were the gleaming smiles sent her way or rather the fact that she was about to permanently mark her skin.

“So, what would you like me to do?” you questioned as you rolled towards her with your chair, putting on your gloves and setting up everything you needed on the tray next to the woman.

Taking out her phone, tapping a few times and turning the screen in your direction, she replied, “Could you do this one?”

On her phone screen, you could see a small, delicate ghost, your mind instantly jumping to all the customers that had gotten two of them tattooed as a tribute to their favourite song.

“Of course, where do you want it?”

“Here,” she pointed to a spot on her left forearm.

Nodding your head, you quickly but neatly drew the ghost onto a white paper, before asking her if the drawing was according to her idea. When you got a positive response, you put the carbon paper under your sketch and went over the lines again, the ink sticking to the back of your drawing.

You swiftly put antiseptic on her arm and hovered the paper over her skin, “Right here?” She wordlessly moved her head up and down once more and you gently pressed it down before removing it after a few seconds, leaving behind the temporary ink in the form of a ghost.

“Okay, are you ready?”

Georgia could hear her heartbeat in her ears, a lump forming in her throat, that she almost audibly gulped down, a breathless exhale escaped her mouth, “I think so, yeah.”

After turning on the needle and noticing her jump a little at the buzzing that sizzled through the air, you tried to comfort her the best you could, with the most reassuring look you could muster.

When you neared her arm though and she started squirming in her seat, you pulled back and reached for her hand resting on the chair, which was holding the brown leather in a tight grip, her knuckles turning white, “Is everything all right?”

Both of you ignoring the tingles that shot through your bodies when your hands touched, a shaky sigh left Georgia’s lips, “I’m just nervous, this is my first time getting a tattoo and I just don’t know how any of this works or if this hurts and I don’t want to do something I’ll regret,” she let out in one big breath.

“There’s no need to worry, you can go home and see what it’s like with the tattoo and when it comes off and you decide that you don’t want it, that’s totally fine,” you told her with warm eyes, “and if you do like it, that’s fine too, you can come back and we can do it whenever you want, whenever you’re ready.”

Feeling like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders after your words, Georgia’s mind slowed down a bit, allowing her to gather her thoughts, “But I don’t want to be a wuss now and regret it as soon as I get home.”

Not being able to stop the words tumbling out of her mouth, the blonde shared her inner conflict, “Like on the one side I really want this but on the other, I’m afraid it’s not the right thing, you know?”

Letting the statement run through the air for a moment, your eyes ran over her face, “Can I say something?”

“Sure, go on,” Georgia confirmed, her hands starting to twist her rings again.

“I think that it’s better to look back on your life and say ‘I can’t believe I did that’ than to look back and say ‘I wish I did that,” you explained before taking a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express your thoughts, “Life shouldn’t be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely, but one that should be lived to the fullest, even if it means being worn out in the end. One where you embrace every moment, take risks, I don’t know, dance in the rain with your favourite people, even if you get weird looks from everyone else.”

After not getting a response from the blonde after a few beats, you realised that maybe your words didn’t make as much sense as they did in your head and continued, “What I’m trying to say is that twenty years from now, you’ll be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the things you did do. I can’t tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, but I know that life isn’t meant to be lived perfectly, it’s merely meant to be lived. Boldly, uncertainly, imperfectly, kindly, however you want to, just don’t let fear take that choice away from you.”

Somehow, the words that had left your lips with the sunlight sparkling in your eyes and a passion coating your voice drew the blonde further into the spell you had mysteriously put on her, leaving her speechless, until you let out an awkward chuckle, hand scratching the back of your neck, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to give this big ass monologue.”

Feeling a laugh bubbling up inside of her and forgetting her rapid heartbeat for a moment, she shook her head, “No, no, don’t apologise, I mean, you did kind of sound like my Nan, but it was still great.”

When she heard the melodious sound of your laughter, she knew she was a goner, butterflies dancing around her stomach and warmth crawling its way through her whole body.

You took the missing statement about her tattoo as her still being uncertain, “We can start with something smaller if you’re not sure about the ghost.”

Still being faced with an apprehensive look, you took off your left glove, quickly spraying a bit of antiseptic onto the inside of your wrist, before turning the needle on and guiding it over your skin, “Look, it doesn’t even hurt.”

Brown eyes widened, rosy lips parted, a flabbergasted look crossed her face, “Jesus Christ, what did you do?!”

Wiping over the ink once more, you turned your wrist towards her, a cheeky smile resting on your lips that resembled the one of the smiley face you now had resting on your left arm, “Tada!”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just did that,” the shock was still palpable in her voice, “Won’t you regret that though?”

You put away the needle and turned to face the girl on the brown chair, shaking your head, “I almost never regret anything, because I believe that every little detail of your life is what made you into who you are.”

“Deep down you’re actually a wise old man, aren’t you?” questioned Georgia with a raised eyebrow, your laughter filling the room once more.

“Maybe so,“ you shrugged your shoulders, “but back to you and don’t try to change the subject!”

“I can give you one of these little dudes if you want?” pointing to the ink that you’d just put on your arm.

“It’s not very big, so you can see what it feels like and we’d be matching, so you’ll always remember the wise old man that gave you your first tattoo.”

This time, the chuckles that rang through the room came from the blonde, “Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do, like I said, you can always go home.”

With affirmation in her voice, Georgia declared, “I’m sure!”

“Great, let’s do this,” you put your glove back on, disinfected her left wrist and grabbed the needle from the tray, before turning it on.

When you felt her right hand gripping your left one with a tight grip, you squeezed it, hoping to at least bring her some comfort as you began the procedure.

After tracing the last line, you wiped away the residue and turned everything off before raising your head to meet the pools of honey watching your every move, “See, it wasn’t that bad, was it?”

If the way the corners of Georgia’s lips turned upwards was anything to go by, you had your answer, feeling elated about her reaction, even without getting an answer from the girl.

Not noticing that you were waiting for a response, she gazed at the tiny smiley face resting on the inside of her left wrist, that would forever remind her of this day. Suddenly, she felt at ease, something that hadn’t even crossed her mind when she initially thought about getting her first tattoo. She couldn’t explain it, but something about the way you listened to her and tried to support her through this process, overall your gentle nature, made her feel like she was walking on fluffy pink clouds.

“Thank you so much,” Georgia breathed out with a heavy voice.

“No problem! If I ever see you again, I hope it's with more of those, I think it’d suit you very well.”

Lowering her head, praying to god that you couldn’t see the heat that rushed to her cheeks, she mumbled a shy ‘thanks’ before asking you how much she had to pay.

Your answer only intensified the red hue of her face, “Don’t worry about it, I like contributing to the gay panic everyone will have when they see you with tattoos.”

Stammering a final ‘thank you’ and sending you what should’ve been a thankful look but turned out to be more of a blushing grimace, she made her way to the door.

When she tried to push the door though, the flustered mess that was Georgia realised too late that she should’ve pulled on it instead, her head connecting with the glass with a dull thud.

The sound of stifled giggles filled her ears as you held your hand in front of your mouth, trying to stop them from escaping. You couldn’t help but think that this was one of the most adorable things you’ve ever witnessed. The blonde turned to you, face beet red, slender fingers raising in an awkward wave as she hastily opened the door, almost tripping on her way out before half sprinting out of your eyesight.

Two days later, your mood instantly brightened when you saw who had stepped into your store.

“Back for some more wisdom from the old man?” you jested, a playful smirk resting on your face.

Georgia playfully put a hand on her chest and let out a big sigh, “I just don’t know what to do with my life without your wise words.”

Dropping her faux sad demeanour, she walked towards the front desk, where you were drawing something she couldn’t make out, “Well lucky for you, I just discovered my new favourite quote!”

You cleared your throat as if preparing for a big speech and started as serious as you could, “‘They whispered to her ’you can’t withstand the storm’,” pausing dramatically for a few seconds, “‘She whispered back ’I am the storm’.”

“Wow, I don’t… I don’t know what to say, I’m just- I mean that’s so inspiring,” stuttered Georgia, wiping away a fake tear with her hand.

Dropping her sad demeanour, she sent you a grin, “I’m ready for the ghost now!”

“Seriously? That’s amazing!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands together and rocking on the balls of your feet.

Walking her over to the leather chair, the conversation between you flowed easily, like a message in a bottle slowly but surely reaching its designated shore, making it feel like no time had passed when you finished the tattoo.

This time, Georgia left the store with a ghost adorning her left arm and an even wider smile on her face, as she was able to avoid embarrassment during her departure.

“I mean, not that I’m complaining, but you know that you can get multiple tattoos done in one day, right?” you questioned her, raising your eyebrow teasingly.

Seeing her head dropping and the way she started rocking on her feet while twiddling the rings on her fingers, you felt your stomach drop, thinking that you had said something wrong.

Before you could open your mouth to apologise, you were interrupted by Georgia muttering something under her breath. You strained your ears to make out the words but failed miserably.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

The girl let out a nervous sigh and muttered again, “I know, but I still need to figure out how to get a grip and ask you out.”

Butterflies danced around in your stomach, making you grin like a fool, “Well then make as many appointments as you need,” you sent a wink her way.

That day she left with a game of noughts and crosses on her shoulder and a newfound determination to ask you out. Her walk home was filled with a million thoughts running through her head, asking the street lights if it would work out in the end.

The next day she showed up at your store with a bouquet of beautifully blooming flowers in her hand, sweating buckets, hoping you couldn’t tell just how nervous she was.

Your cheeks hurt from not being able to stop grinning like a cheshire cat, as you excitedly accepted her offer.

If anyone were to walk through the door, they would be met with two hearts rapidly beating and two smiles lighting up the entire room.

#woso #woso x reader #georgia stanway #georgia stanway x reader #woso fanfics #engwnt #fcb frauen

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ghxstyfae · 11 months ago

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Jake Webber Masterlist

Fluff = 🪷 | Smut = 🌹| Angst = 🌱 |

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Pearly Kisses 🪷🌹 pt. 2

~Coquette gf headcanons

Milf lover 🪷(tiny🌹)

~ A young mom from Georgia moves into the apartment next to Jake...;COMING SOON

Coquette tattoo artist 🪷

~COMING SOON

Drunk gf headcanons 🪷🪷🪷

~Jakes girlfriend is very drunk/high after a party and just wants to sleep, So Jake has to do her skin care, etc. COMING SOON

"You're my new pillow" Prompt 🪷(tiny🌹)

~COMING SOON

Cigarette after sex 🌹🪷

~COMING SOON

Poly! Tara and Jake / Reader Headcanons

~COMING SOON

Spell Jar 🪷

~jake x witchy gf ; COMING SOON

#fanfiction #jake and johnnie #jake webber #jake webber gf #jake webber x reader

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serenity-black · 25 days ago

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David Tennant got a tattoo of a 'g' in the font 'Georgia' in honor of his wife for her birthday!!

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#david tennant #georgia tennant #good omens #rivals #renew good omens #Instagram

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ironpalmtattoostudio · 2 years ago

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Surrealism Tattoo By @rene_cristobaltattoo, a Guest Artist at Iron Palm Tattoos. Rene is originally from @estudiodetatuajesccp in Concepción, Chile. We're now booking Rene at Iron Palm from July 3rd - 16th. Visit our website to book Rene.

We're open late night until 2 AM most nights. Call 404-973-7828 or stop by for a free consultation.

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sheltiechicago · 1 year ago

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Cherry Blossom Tree Tattoo

Done by Sambo Peeples at Project Mayhem in Waycross, GA.

#sambo peeples #artist #art #tattoo artist #tattoo #project mayhem #waycross #georgia #cherry blossom tree tattoo #body art

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c9k · 9 months ago

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the virginfest story

virginfest was organized by a woman named raven, also known as copkiller1999. it was intended to be held at her place of work, a tattoo shop called toki tattoo in atlanta, georgia, on september 11th, 2021, with tickets being sold at the door for $5 each.

the original lineup was negative xp, hard christ, hot leather, egg white, neet, sodaboy64, greens on toast, bad takes only, fried by fluoride, gjallarhornit, gezebelle gaburgably, pacific purgatory, and 13th century cowboy. however, not everyone was able to make it. sodaboy, fried, neet, and cowboy all dropped out. fried dropped out for mental health reasons, while neet and cowboy were going to meet each other but couldn't. this was likely due to cowboy having been doxxed, which caused him to delete everything. a lot of his discography is lost media now.

by the time the event was set to happen, nearly half of the artists who were going to be there, had either dropped out or left the scene altogether, but the remaining members were still enough of a draw to get people to come. posters were updated; tickets would no longer be sold in person and had to be purchased online. there was also a merch website called virginfestmerch.online.

for the most part, virginfest's existence was only rly known within the epunk community. but secretly, from the moment of its conception, a so-called "antifascist" organization called atlanta antifa had been keeping their eyes on it. (i say this bc their behavior isn't antifascist at all) on the day of, they posted an extremely long twitter thread about the event, falsely accusing the musicians involved of being far right and racist. they acted like virginfest was posing a threat, when in reality, it was just some people coming together to have a good time. raven privately requested that this be taken down, explaining that virginfest wasn't politically motivated and no one was far right. atlanta antifa didn't respond, instead screenshotting raven's message and publicly posting it.

due to all of this controversy, toki tattoo dropped the event mere hours before it was supposed to start. raven announced this on her story, clarifying that she did not support extremism. atlanta antifa was still not satisfied and said raven should be fired from her job. but it was too late for them to cancel virginfest bc many people had already arranged to be there.

chosewood park was 4 minutes away from the original location, so virginfest was relocated there. due to it being outside, everything had to be acoustic. it lasted for 4 hours and was livestreamed on twitch by a streamer called trofy. shooter claimed to not be attending due to family matters but snuck into the crowd wearing a fake beard, and ended up performing for 20 minutes due to a lack of gear.

atlanta antifa shared a pic of a man with white nationalist attire, claiming he was event security, but this wasn't true. they also shared pictures of random attendees, claiming they were white supremacists bc they wore shirts for bands atlanta antifa didn't approve of. they resorted to calling the cops but no laws were being broken. the cops ended up sticking around and hanging out.

after the event, atlanta antifa kept trying to get raven fired, going so far as to dox her. 4 days after virginfest, toki tattoo announced that they had let her go.

#epunk #virginfest #negative xp #hard christ #hot leather #egg white #neet #sodaboy64 #greens on toast #bad takes only #fried by fluoride #gjallarhornit #gezebelle gaburgably #pacific purgatory #13th century cowboy

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wosobronze · 1 month ago

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Lucy just followed a tattoo artist and Gio Lucy and Georgia follow a tattoo artist and he follows them both, will we see a Lucy and Georgia tattoo?

this will make me scream x

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sweetpotatoesintheoven · 10 months ago

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I love whipping this bad boy out in lectures

Yakuza 0 stickers are from here btw https://www.etsy.com/listing/1056997783/set-de-pegatinas-yakuza-0?click_key=8e127eae42d1525ce214aeee73c6abd14b21db05%3A1056997783&click_sum=10070d9e&ref=hp_opfy-1

The rest are either from local tattoo artists and other stuff, stuff my friend printed and made and actual Cumming, Georgia

#yakuza 0 #yakuza #sticker collection #laptop stickers

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poetrysings · 1 month ago

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— spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it’s VIOLET HÚ. they have lived in the city for 30 YEARS, working as a BROADWAY ACTRESS. the 30 year old will probably be seen around WILLIAMSBURG a lot, seeing as that’s where they live. people say they can be a bit DECEITFUL and RECALCITRANT, but friends know them to be ALLOCENTRIC and RESILIENT. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across OVERALLS COVERED IN PAINT, A BAG FILLED WITH CANDY AND BANDAIDS, THE FEELING OF THE SUN TOUCHING YOUR SKIN FIRST TIME IN THE MORNING. welcome to brooklyn, it’s been waiting for you!

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BASICS

full name: violet hú

nickname: vi

age/date of birth: 30 / july 7th, 1994

zodiac sign: cancer ☼ sagittarius ☾ aquarius ↑

gender identity: cis female (she/her)

hometown: staten island, new york

current location: brooklyn, new york

time in town: thirty years

sexual orientation: pansexual

occupation: actress, artist

voice claim: eva noblezada (x)(x)(x)(x)(x)

PERSONALITY

labels: the sweetheart, the alfresco, the mom friend

pos traits: resilient, allocentric, gregarious, adaptable, empathetic

neg traits: deceitful, impetous, taciturn, boisterous, recalcitrant

hobbies: painting, sculpting, sewing, cooking, gardening

languages spoken: english, chinese, french

instruments played: piano, french horn, harp

favorite color: yellow, green, pink

favorite food: new orleans cuisine

allergies: n/a

APPEARANCE

height: 5'4

distinguished characteristics: appendicitis scar on lower stomach

tattoos: none

piercings: ears

right or left-handed?: ambidextrous (was left-handed but was forced to use right hand from a very young age and became ambidextrous as a result)

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: grace hú (birth mother, deceased), patrick haas (birth father, deceased) greta & frederick atkins (foster parents, whereabouts unknown), names tbd (adoptive parents)

sibling(s): 2 adoptive siblings

pet(s): rescues strays and injured animals whenever she can

BULLET POINTS

tw: death mention, child endangerment, child negligence, arson

despite popular belief, violet was a product of pure, unadulterated love. fleeting and heartbreaking love, but love nonetheless. violet's parents spent three whole months filled with all the love, dedication and devotion upon meeting before learning they would be parents. although the news were unexpected, they were both happy and decided to start a family together in new york. the only problem? patrick's entire life was in georgia, so he had to travel south for a couple of weeks, get things settled and come back to start his life-long dream. a week passed with no response from patrick, two weeks and later a month, grace growing more and more desperate as each hour passed with no news of the man who had promised to come back and start a family with her. grace when her sixth month of pregnancy arrived, grace was convinced patrick had backed down, that he had realized he didn't want a family and it was only her and violet against the world. unbeknownst to her, a heartbroken haas family was trying to recover from the death of patrick, who had been killed upon his arrival to georgia in a car accident.

it was a rainy night, the night violet gave her first breath of fresh air. an intense procedure involving some health complications on grace's behalf that, after a five hour long battle, made grace breathe her very last breath of air, exactly 3 minutes after violet was born. everything was so sudden, so shocking that the medics and nurses were appalled by the circumstances. cindy, the nurse who had aid grace before and during the birth however, was gracious enough to care for violet like she was her own and gave her the biggest gift the newborn could ever receive: an identity. she had previously discussed names with grace, who had mentioned wanting her daughter to carry the name of violet and thus, she was named after her mother, per her last wish.

violet spent her very first years going from the system to a new foster home and back, never quite finding a place to call her own. she made herself fit, shaped herself to be the perfect image of a child a family could want, something to love. it was innate, the kindness and loving nature in her was a birth right given by both grace and patrick and yet she tried, hard, to be wanted, to be of service to every family who took her in, only for them to turn her back in when she was not needed anymore. at age six, the atkins family appeared. once again, she bent herself over to be the best version of herself she could be, to be cordial and of service, to be entertaining and grateful and for a while, it worked. the atkins seemed like decent people; foster parents who had around six children at a time in their home and seemed to care for each of them and, for the first time in her life, violet felt like she belonged. the matriarch happened to be a plastic artist and nursed the love for the arts in violet who very graciously accepted every bit of it. she started painting, drawing and sculpting with the aid of the matriarch who would proudly take her job and sell it amongst their friends, claiming it was her own.

about two years after first arriving to the atkins household, the cracks began to show. they were volatile and their finances were starting to suffer. back then, violet didn't understand much but it became painfully obvious when a new child arrived to the home, a younger orphan with sad eyes violet immediately grew protective of. the two together began a journey that lasted a few years in the atkins household with less than formidable conditions, yet they endured it, knowing if they somehow made it out of the household there was a chance they would be separated.

four months after violet's thirteenth birthday party, a fire started in the atkins household. everything was so urgent, the family only managed to save some of the stuff they owned. it was a long night between fire flames and the e.r due to the inhalation of carbon dioxide but the minute violet had the strength to stand on her very own to feet and speak, she did. she told a nurse the whole thing had been planned, her foster parents had orchestrated the plan in order to get the insurance money for the house. violet gave her testimony about the arson and every other crime the two had committed during her time living under their roof with one condition: the minute the kids were sent to the system she and the youngest of the kids the atkins had fostered were to remain together. and so they did, for the next year or so, the two remained in the system, waiting for a family that would accept them together, as the family they now were.

and then, a glimpse of light. violet, being so close to turning eighteen both dreamed of and dreaded the day, knowing she'd be able to walk away from the system she had grown from but also knowing there was someone waiting for her, someone she still needed to prepare for the years ahead once she wasn't around to take care of them. families were looking for younger kids, babies and toddlers that could easily settle into their family lives so there was no way they would get picked, she began to grow cynic about the whole process until the day the family that would save her life appeared. they were well-off, gentle in nature and looking for older kids to bring into their family of four. they had 2 children already, but still felt like their family wasn't complete. the moment they met violet, they became infatuated and asked her if she'd accept to get adopted, finally a family to call her own and yet she declined, offering them a better deal: they could take her younger sibling instead and she'd be in debt to them, for as long as she'd lived. when the papers finalised, it was revealed that the family had not only adopted her younger sibling but violet as well, both now had a place to call their own that they would finally be at peace. the family asked violet if she'd wish to carry the family's name or maintain her own and violet opted for the later, wishing to carry her mother and her dynasty with her.

living with her new family, violet began learning stuff about herself, finally giving herself chance to explore facets of her she'd never imagine until she was free to do the imagining. her love for the plastic arts prevailed but another one bloomed; her love for acting. her adoptive parents were supporting and encouraging, nurturing her love for every art she could think of. she began taking ballet classes, voice lessons and even piano lessons, inevitably earning a spot in ithaca college in the theatre department. about half a year upon graduation, violet landed her first role: natalie goodman in a national tour of next to normal and she traveled for a few months around connecticut, massachusetts, new hampshire and maine and did some community theatre in the area for a few years, drinking up every piece of knowledge on the craft she could get from her fellow performers.

upon her return a few months before her twenty-first birthday, the actress searched for more roles, something new york bound that would keep her close to her loved ones and the place she called home until she was presented with the opportunity of a lifetime: the revival of rodgers & hammerstein's cinderella on broadway. after much consideration, she auditioned for the role and got the part, surprising even herself. her debut was well received by the public and even the critics. she led the show for almost two years until she felt it was the time for her to spread her wings and go into a new nest, crawl into a new skin to call home.

the opportunity to originate a role came on 2014 when she was offered the role of eurydice for an upcoming musical called hadestown. violet poured her being into the role for seven years, from workshop to opening night to making it one of the best selling tickets the season it premiered and beyond, until 2022 where she decided it was once again, time to seek a new adventure.

recently, she was offered the role of sally bowles in the newest revival of cabaret, starting december 13th.

WANTED CONNECTIONS ( * will be a wanted connection on main )

muse ( any gender / plat or rom )

whenever she’s stressed or just… inspiration strikes , she calls this person to either use them as a model or a human canvass . she has every line of their body engraved on her memory and she still finds them as every bit fascinating as that first day she met them and couldn’t stop thinking about them ; could spend hours painting them or on them .

goodbye my lover ( any gender / rom )

sweet violet is a hopeless romantic . believes - in - soulmates - ( platonic or otherwise ) -and - love - at - first - sight kind of romantic . however , developing a relationship with her is harder than she may lead to believe . growing up , she had the responsibility of carrying for herself and her younger sibling ; most of her energy was focused on that and once she was grown up , her aim to become something she and her family could be proud of monopolized her entire existence . however , and against all odds , she fell . she fell hard and deep ( perhaps more than once ) . as life goes , things ended up not working out and violet was left with a heart broken and a tad of issues when it comes to making a compromise ; realizing how much it hurt to truly open up and giving yourself over to someone who could as well walk away one day .

mutual / one-side crushes ( any gender / rom )

ah , crushes . the chasing , the yearning , the blushing and the flirting ; all stages of a crush , something violet hasn’t managed to completely understand even as an adult . even though the artist is not good at handling relationships ( fear of commitment , family issues , you name it and it’s on the list of reasons why relationships never quite work for her ) , crushes are the one thing she allows herself to have . a little flirting , some fooling around with no feelings involved can’t hurt anybody , right ?

'ladies who lunch' gc ( any gender / plat )

a group with two activities in common : drinking and lunching . over the years , violet has learn to let go and enjoy the moment instead of worrying about the future and the past , this group of people have definitely helped with that . whenever she needs a distraction from reality , they are the people she runs to .

MORE WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends, friends with benefits, possible romantic interests, enemies, neighbors… just love my baby, she will love you back!

#brooklyn.intro #📂 ⤷ 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 : violet / about #sorry... im a yapper

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